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comforting. He took Angel‟s blond head in his hands, forcing his cock
    in farther. Angel paused at the sudden pressure on his throat and almost moved his
    hands, but instead joined them again at his tailbone.
    “Good lad.” Kael rewarded him with his words. “Find your rhythm. Suck hard
    and evenly. Don‟t let me feel your teeth unless I tell you to.”
    Hot, thick pleasure shot through Kael, thickening his blood and banging in his
    head. His orgasm came fast and furious, rushing up his torso, making his nipples
    tighten like pebbles as his fluid spurted out and down Angel‟s throat. With a long
    exhalation, he released Angel‟s head and flicked his own nipples hard several times
    as a second, lesser orgasm swept through his thighs and buttocks. Only when the
    last possibility of pleasure was wrung from his body and the mouth on his cock

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    became painful did he lift Angel‟s head away and pull the boy up between his thighs
    to rest on his chest. Angel nuzzled into his neck like a kitten.
    “I love your cock, Daddy,” he said quietly. “It tastes so clean and sharp at the
    same time.”
    “I love your mouth on my cock.” Kael had never been short of blowjobs. Freddie
    had done it frequently all those years at school, and he had offers aplenty every
    time he walked into an S&M bar wearing his full leather regalia. Angel was
    inexperienced and had a lot to learn, yet he excited Kael more than Kael had
    thought possible.
    “I am going to be the best boy you‟ve ever had, Daddy,” Angel said.
    “Glad to hear it, boy.” He still felt like slapping him for calling him anal
    retentive. He was nothing of the kind, he was just clean and tidy, which was why he
    was so good at his job. “Tell me what the big deal is about that blanket.”
    Angel licked Kael‟s left nipple and took the right between his finger and
    thumb. “I had it from when I was little. I don‟t really have anything else from when
    I was a kid because I moved around so much.”
    “When did you move into Andresen‟s fancy homes?” he asked.
    “I was twelve when my mom married him, so six years ago.”
    “You don‟t seem at all upset that he‟s dead.”
    “Oh I‟m not,” Angel said. “He meant nothing to me. I thought when my mom
    married him, he‟d treat me like his son or something, but he never did. He called me
    faggot from the day I moved in. I‟d hear him saying to my mom, „What‟s that little
    faggot up to?‟ every time I was out of his sight. He always thought I was up to no
    good, but I never did anything much. I was a pretty good kid.”
    “Your mum let him call you names?” Kael‟s mum would have clobbered anyone
    who said a wrong word against him, just like she had done with Gary Burke.
    “Daddy, it wasn‟t her fault,” he said quickly. “She didn‟t want to screw things
    up. She‟d only just got a rich husband and a nice place for us to live.”
    “Where were you living before?” Kael drew him closer, cupping Angel‟s small
    bottom with his big hand. He already knew about the foster care, but he wondered
    how Angel felt about it.
    “We lived with my dad till I was four; then he left. I don‟t remember him. We
    never saw him again, so my mom went to work as a stripper. You should see her.
    She looks great, she‟s so beautiful, but she couldn‟t look after me; it got tougher and
    tougher for her. That‟s why she married Sven, to give me a nice home. She did it for
    me.”
    “Yes, of course she did.” Kael rubbed his cheek. Angel didn‟t need to know the
    truth about his mother.
    “So I was in foster homes from five till twelve; then she got me back.”
    “How many foster homes?”

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    “Lots, they keep moving you around. I must have been in like ten or
    something. The worst part about moving was you keep losing your stuff. I was
    always leaving toys and clothes and stuff behind, and other kids would steal your
    stuff too.”
    And I threw away your blanket . Kael wanted to kick himself.
    “I always had my blankie though. I always packed it first to make sure I didn‟t
    leave it behind. I know it‟s kind of stupid and childish to hang on to it, but it
    reminded me of when I had a real home and of my mom.”
    Kael‟s throat constricted, and he swallowed hard. “Sorry I threw it away, boy.”
    “It‟s okay, Daddy. You got it back.” There was no malice or resentment. “That
    was so cool how you sniffed it out. How come you can do stuff